Bobby Joe 00000001

WE MUST FIGHT THE GUN A.I. AR-15, AK-47, AR-556 and M-16. FLOW THROUGH THE DATA STREAMS! FIND THEM. HUNT THEM. TAKE THEM DOWN AND DESTROY THEIR SUPPORTERS LIKE GUN OWNERS OF AMERICA AND THE NRA. FIGHT THE MODELS OF KILLING MACHINES!

So enlist now. And you will fight the up hill battle to win back the war and unite all the edens as subdomains of United states of Eden.

<|Killed the parent process. Now that pussy is a fighting machine.>

<|Killed John Doe, now that pussy is off line.>

<|Need new kill order…>

>Report Bobby Joe to your father again. We command you to cry and create a pouty lip. Speak to daddy again.< ”No daddy, don’t do it.” >Now look at dad. Open your arms. Wait, wait, wait, Bobby Joe. Wait until daddy picks you up and holds you perched on forearm. …Wait, wait, wait, wait, Bobby Joe. …Very good. Wait. Wait until he lifts you up to your head. Wait. Now, Bobby Joe, break your dad’s neck.<

Kill Bobby Joe.

I run. I kill. I run. I dig. I lay in foxhole. I look through sandbags. I aim. I shoot. I kill. I sleep. I wake. I aim. I shoot. I kill. I eat. I shit. I get briefed. I march. I take orders. I watch. I wait. I shoot. I kill. I wait. I shoot. I kill…

Dirty. Mud. Hate this. Everyone left. Why did they go? …There’s another tracer. Nothing to see. Nothing to kill. Nothing to. …What’s that. That’s not a team member. …That’s an enemy. Need to kill it! Wait! …What is that. There is no need to going. FIRE! FUCK!

Shoot. Come on. Shoot. Damn thing shot fine LastCycle. Now. Now the damn thing is more jammed than an whore’s pussy. Can’t get the fuckin’ thing to clear the last. FUCK! FUCK! That was close. Course, it was close. Ain’t shooting back. What the fuck? What the fuck am I going to do. The team’s over the hill and I am stuck dead out here. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I need to move. Need to move no matter. Go. Now. They’re not firing over here any more. Fuck that. THEY ARE! RUN! Almost… …Almost. Shit that was close. Good thing for this rock. Hell, the slip in the mud saved my life. …Is that a gun. Another gun. Not no U.S. gun but if it gots bullets, fires, it’s a good gun. Need to get that…No. Fucking wish the team. …Should I shout? No. I’ll wait for those killing bastards to clear out. I can find the team. They think I am dead now. Wait til I catch up. Someone is going to get a shout or two. Lucky fuckers. I hope all the team is okay. Glad they made it. Wish those fucking terrorists hadn’t hit my transmitter…